Dan writes: >>You aren't serious, are you?
Yeah, I am. I've had a lot of experience with e-mail relationships, and this example strikes me of how I would like to be treated if I were famous, wanted, loved, respected, admired, worshipped and what not. Having a hemoglobin-based circulatory system, any Josie Maran I see in a magazine fits this bill for me, so I try to emulate Mr. Decent here, if only to get in her pants. Them's the breaks. The cards. The dice. What I got. The dole. The roll. My hand. If I seem flippant, Dan, it's because I'm not as lucky as Jeroen or Alberto, I'm still single and unattached. Andie MacDowell comes to mind, for some reason -- she's pretty. I'm sure she gets lots of fan mail, even though she's married and has kids. It must be hell sometimes, to be famous, and hell all the time to be a princess. Though fame is sometimes useful for a good laugh or two.
